a segunda historia me tomou mais tempo mas ainda assim um livro completo e tocante, me senti do mesmo modo quando li caderno proibido... desejando a liberdade dessas mulheres a todo momento

i felt like this book just got slower with every story

3 different stories from a woman about the anguish, sadness, pain, and feeling like a failure always be devastated for me. I feel upset, sad even reading this. sometimes I want to hit the wall just to let out my rage. it is rather to portray of woman’s emotions in their world.

This book scared me on a psychological level and has definitely redefined some of my views on marriage. Nevertheless, I thought it was brilliant. I’m a Simone de Beauvoir fan.

Although I think this book tackled some really interesting themes and topics, I found the writing far too complex and in some areas pretentious.

Perhaps I found it jarring because the two books I’ve read before it were easy-going?

The book is comprised of three short stories that all examine women’s dependence on men. I managed to get through the first and second short stories within the book and wasn’t blown away.

However, after reading other people’s reviews it seems the third and final story is where the book seems to get its most praise. Maybe I’ll pick it up and finish it when I’m in the mood to read about depressed french women, but right now it’s not for me!

I didn’t quite enjoy this one like I thought I would. I wasn’t into the plot and I didn’t relate with the protagonists at all. This book was beautifully written (translated) which should have been a breeze to read but maybe this book was just not for me.

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3.5

French literature truly is its own genre of writing. These stories were so brutally honest on some of the experiences of being a woman. The social oppression, the emotional turmoil, … men. It was absolutely devastating.

wow, that was actually quite good? i went in expecting a whole lot of pretension, but instead came away with respect for de beauvoir's ability to capture spiraling madness and the unique weight of societal expectations on women. funnily enough, i read this in parallel with an interview between mieko kawakami and haruki murakami (ok yes, i'm sorry, everything comes back to japanese lit lmao), where kawakami essentially grills murakami about his erm... polarizing depictions of women. i think she put her concerns really well: "a common reading is that [murakami's] male characters are fighting their battles unconsciously, on the inside, leaving the women to do the fighting in the real world." not to bash on murakami specifically, but in some ways, we grasp the woman's perspective across de beauvoir's three novellas, the other side rendered vulnerable to psychosis due to ageism, expectations around motherhood, distant husbands. in other words, "fighting in the real world". consequently, sorrow, insecurity, and the feeling of time slipping through one's fingers all play into this heady sense of madness and paranoia that heightens with each story. most impressively i think, de beauvoir communicates all this delicately with nuanced perspective, never really giving into low-hanging manhater fruit. 5 stars for the first story, 3 for the second just because i can't deal with unending run-on sentences lmao, and 4.5 for the last.

There are three short stories in this collection, each of which centers on a "Woman Destroyed." So all three stories were completely depressing and made me want to kill myself-but only after going on a genocidal rampage fueled by the misandry this book gave me. In short: I loved it.

why waste money on birth control when you can read the woman destroyed and convince yourself no man is worth the emotional scar